Chapter 25:
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"I'll see you soon, ok?" Leighla said giving Allie a hug as the four friends stood inside the airport, before Allie, Jon and Colby left for their flight.
"You bet. I'll call you," Allie answered, when the two girls pulled back. "I'll send you some ideas for what we talked about." Colby and Jon gave them curious looks, but the girls just smiled secretively.
"Ready, princess?" Jon asked, taking her hand and walking away, so Colby and Leighla good say their goodbyes without the audience.
When Colby rejoined them, they made their way towards their gate, being stopped a few times along way by fans that recognized Colby and Jon. Before long they were boarding their flight and were on their way to the next city to meet up with Joe and Steph.
Once on the plane, Allie pulled out her laptop and began typing away furiously, gaining Jon's attention. "What are you doing?" Allie glanced over at him and smiled, turning the computer to face him so he could see. "Is that a script?"
"Yea," Allie answered, while Jon read it. "For my return. I've been working in it since the night I signed my contract."
"Wow," Jon said once he'd finished it. "This is gonna be awesome, babe. You made us a part of your return?"
"Of course," Allie responded, turning the computer back to face her, but kept her eyes on Jon. "You guys are my main motivation to come back, so obviously you'll be a part of it."
"Only part?" Jon chuckled, threading their fingers together. "What's the other part?"
Allie smiled evilly at him, making him chuckle harder, "To screw over Cena and Orton and to take from them what they hold most dear."
"You are pure evil," Jon breathed out seductively, as he leaned into her. "And I love it."
"Most people would say I'm crazy," Allie answered sultrily, rubbing her nose against Jon's.
"I love crazy," Jon purred. "It's so sexy on you and it fits me perfectly."
"We're a match made in heaven, aren't we my lunatic fringe?" Allie asked as she brushed her lips over his. Jon chuckled and nodded before fully capturing her lips in a heated kiss.
"Excuse me, stewardess! I'm gonna need another barf bag over here!" Colby exclaimed from beside them, making them laugh as they pulled apart.
"Shut up, Lopez," Jon said, elbowing him, earning an exaggerated whine from Colby.
"Stewardess, this man is bothering me," Colby's mouth was immediately covered by Jon's hand slapping over it and pulling him into a headlock.
"Quit it before you get us kicked off the plane, you idiot," Jon laughed at him, removing his hand from Colby's mouth and digging his fist lightly into his scalp.
"Then stop macking on your girlfriend," Colby laughed, pushing at Jon. "And stop messing up my hair."
Allie was doing her best to stifle the laughs that threatened to escape at the two men's antics beside her. Jon laughed and pushed away from him, getting slapped in the back of the head by Colby once he was free. "And don't think for one second that I don't know what you two did in my guest room while Leighla and I were out last night... Freaks."
Jon laughed hysterically, while Allie face-palmed in complete embarrassment. "Oh my god." Allie swatted at Jon when he tried to pull her into his arms. "No don't touch me. I'm completely mortified."
"Aww, don't worry babe," Jon said still laughing, finally managing to pull Allie into his arms. "Colbs is just fucking with you."
"Not as innocent as I thought you were missy," Colby grinned, sending her wink. "You came downstairs with that, just got fucked, glazed look in your eyes. Thank you for at least waiting until we were out of the house." Allie face-palmed again, blushing furiously, making both men laugh.
"Come on, princess," Jon hugged her against himself tightly. "Give me a kiss. Everything's fine."
Allie shook her head, but relented and gave him a soft peck. "Oh I don't think so," Jon smirked before pulling her back in and kissing her with as much passion as he could muster, making Allie melt against him instantly.
"Stewardess! Where's that barf bag?!"
5 weeks later... Monday Night Raw
The last five weeks had been exhausting and busy. When the guys weren't eating, sleeping, traveling or wrestling, they were in the gym and in the ring with Allie helping to train her.
Physically Allie felt ready, but she was struggling to mentally psych herself up. Rookie jitters surged through her and she was fighting down nervous nausea. She hadn't seen Jon since that morning when she had kissed him goodbye after telling him she had to get to the arena early to prep for Raw. She had already told the boys she had a surprise and none of them where able to see her until she made her appearance.
The boys hadn't liked the idea with the worry of Cena and Orton wondering around. They had been extremely protective of Allie and Steph and the girls had hardly left their sides in the last few weeks. After much reassurance, Allie had convinced them that she and Steph would be locked away in her locker room after Steph's backstage interview. None of them knew that Leighla was flying in to help with her surprise and in turn would be surprising Colby with her visit.
"What if they don't remember?" Allie asked Steph in a quiet whisper, fiddling with her fingers. The two girls were currently sitting in a secluded room with Leighla while they got Allie ready for her big return.
"What do you mean?" Steph asked confused, as she sat opposite Allie watching Leighla curl her hair. Steph couldn't believe the transformation she had watched occur in front of her. Leighla had done a phenomenal job of bringing the past to life.
"I mean, what if I get out there and there's crickets," Allie sighed. "I could handle getting booed. At least that would be a reaction, but silence is deafening and I don't think I could handle that."
"They remembered me," Steph reminded her with a smile. "And if they remembered me, then they'll sure as hell remember my evil counterpart."
Allie laughed, nodding her head, "I guess it's just fucking rookie jitters. I wish Jon was here. I could use his distraction right now."
Steph smirked and pulled out her phone and tapped the screen a few times before Allie heard the sound of a familiar ringback tone. Allie's face lit up when the even more familiar gruff voice came over the speaker. "Hey, Steph. What's up?"
"You're on speaker phone and your girlfriend's a nervous wreck," Steph chuckled at Allie's eye roll. "She could use a pep talk from the lunatic fringe."
They heard Jon chuckle, before he spoke, this time addressing Allie. "What's there to be nervous about, baby? You're gonna blow the roof off this place."
"That's just it, I'm worried that I'll get out there and the crowd won't have a clue who I am or just won't care," Allie said taking the phone from Steph. "It's nerve wrecking."
"You're the fucking Anti-Diva," Jon spoke enthusiastically through the phone. "And you know what? Even if they react that way, which they won't, who cares. You go out there and give it your all and make them remember just who in the fuck you are. Remember baby, ice cold."
Allie felt a surge of excitement replace the butterflies at Jon's words. The same words she had said to him right before Wrestlemania to ease his nerves. You're right," she said taking a deep breath and letting it out. "Thanks, sweetheart. I just needed to hear your voice and reassurance."
"You got it, babe," Jon voice smiled. "Now finishing getting ready and I'll see you out there. I can't wait to be front row for this. I love you."
"I love you too," Allie smiled and blushed slightly at the two girl's in the room making kissy faces at her.
"Oh, hey," Jon spoke up quickly before she could hang up. "Have you talked to Leighla? Colby tried her earlier and he couldn't get a hold of her."
Allie turned and looked at Leighla and laughed. "Uh, yea, actually I have. She's a little busy at the moment."
"Doing what?" She heard Colby's voice come over the phone, assuming that Jon now had her on speaker phone.
"Currently, my hair," Allie laughed, making Leighla chuckle and yell in the background. 'Hi, babe!' "She says hi."
"She's here?!" Colby's excited voice came through the phone. "Where are you guys?"
"No, no," Allie laughed again. "She's getting me ready. No boys allowed."
"I'll come see you when I'm done, love," Leighla said leaning down to towards the phone. "She's almost ready."
"Hmph, ok," Colby grumbled jokingly into the phone. "You girls are trouble together."
"We know!" All three girls exclaimed, then laughed. "We'll see you later boys."
"Alright, baby," Jon's voice came through the phone again, chuckling. "You girls behave and I'll see you later."
"Ok," Allie smiled, saying her goodbyes to Jon before hanging up and handing Steph back her phone.
"Feel better?" Steph asked, putting her phone aside. Allie nodded with a blushing smile, grateful she got to speak to her boyfriend before the show.
"You've done wonders for him, Al," Leighla's said from behind her, getting back to work on her hair. "I've never seen Jon this way with any woman. He's never been in a steady relationship before you and he's never really cared for the women he would casually date. They more or less just seemed to be a bandaid over the void. Temporary."
"Joe told me the same thing," Steph spoke up. "He said Jon just always seemed to be looking for something. You know his story and that he had a rough time growing up and Joe said he just never let anyone get that close to him. I guess in a way your similar in that way. You both have, or had, walls."
Allie nodded, thoughtfully, "For the sake of sounding corny and cliche, maybe we've just been waiting for each other. No one else was good enough, because we knew something better was waiting for us and when we found it, we'd just know."
"That does sound corny and cliche," Steph chuckled, making Allie stick her tongue out at her. "But it also sounds accurate. Even when you two did meet, it wasn't love at first sight. You put each other through the wringer. Almost like you were testing each other."
"In a weird way, I think it was love at first sight," Allie blushed. "We were both just too terrified to admit it and just thought making each other miserable was easier." Both Leighla and Steph laughed at that.
"It may have started out weird and dysfunctional," Leighla responded still smiling, "but I see the way he looks at you. Like you're the only person in the room, while at the same time he's terrified to lose you now that he has you. He's scared he's going to fuck it up. He's never cared about that before."
"I'm scared too," Allie answered honestly. "I'm scared he's gonna realize that I'm just an emotional train wreck that he doesn't want to put up with. He's fixed me in so many ways and I just don't want him to give up on me."
"He won't," Steph said confidently, patting her knee. "He loves you too much." Allie smiled, hoping she was right. Steph slapped her knee again, giving her a megawatt smile. "Enough sappy talk. You're suppose to be psyching yourself up!"
"That's right," Leighla agreed, setting her curling iron down and spraying Allie's hair with a dusting of hairspray. "Because the Anti-Diva is making her triumphant return tonight and now she looks the part." Leighla hugged Allie from behind and spoke to her excitedly. "You ready to take a look?"
Allie nodded eagerly, feeling a bit of the nerves rise again, "Ready." Leighla stood up right and spun the chair slowly so Allie was now facing the mirror. Allie looked at herself in stunned silence for a moment, before standing to get the complete picture.
"You're so ready," Steph said stepping up beside her with a huge grin on her face. Steph had gotten ready, while Leighla had been working on Allie, for the interview she had done at the beginning of the show and was now standing next to her decked out in her complete 'Galaxy' attire. "It's just like old times," Steph nudged her, making Allie jar out of her stunned state and smile at the image of the two of them in the mirror.
"Never thought I'd see this again," a deep voice said from behind them, making the three girls jump and whirl around. Standing just inside the door, leaning against the wall, Allie smiled and felt tears fill her eyes at the sight of a smiling Mark. "The original Anti-Divas, together again."
Allie rushed towards him and leapt into his arms. "What are you doing here?"
"Did you really think I'd miss this, Rookie?" Mark asked, hugging her tightly. "I just saw Good, Anoa'i, and Lopez. They said you could probably use me, so I'm here to walk you to your spot."
"I'm gonna go see Colby, before they head out into the arena," Leighla announced as Mark lowered Allie back to the ground. Giving her a quick hug and getting a big thank you from Allie, Leighla was out the door in search of The Shield.
Turning back to Mark, who was pulling back from giving Steph a hug, she beamed at him. "I'm so glad you're here."
"I wouldn't miss this for the world," Mark chuckled. "I feel like I'm setting my rookie loose on the world again. You ready?"
"Yea," Allie said, biting her lip. "Just shaking off the last of the butterflies and trying not to throw up. I just got a pep talk from Dean Ambrose, so I'm feeling especially crazy now."
Mark laughed and pulled her against his side, "Good, you need that element of crazy. You're ready for this, kid. My rookie doesn't do nervous." Allie laughed and nodded, bouncing on her toes against him, shaking out the rest of the nerves. "You know what to do. You take your storyline and let it fill you. If you believe it, the crowd will believe it. They'll feel it radiating off you and seeping out of your pores."
Allie stopped bouncing and closed her eyes, letting the gimmick fill her and take over all of her senses. Taking a few deep breaths, Allie opened her eyes and looked between Steph and Mark with complete determination and eagerness. "Let's do this."
Grabbing her biker gloves, she followed Mark and Steph out of the locker room as they made their way to Gorilla. Pulling on her gloves, she focused on staying in her zone as she walked between Steph and Mark, ignoring the gawking faces of old and new superstars, divas and staff.
Entering Gorilla, they met up with the techs and Steph confirmed with them on when to cue up for Allie's return. They all looked starstruck and Allie was aware that Gorilla was quickly becoming crowded with the awed looks of the talent and staff they had passed. Mark doing his best to keep her guarded in a corner, patted the backs of two figures that had stepped in front Allie, keeping her completely hidden from everyone else.
Looking up from adjusting her gloves, she smirked at the faces of Glenn and Punk that had turned to offer a smile and a wink. Allie could hear Gorilla getting louder with the chatter of everyone that was attempting to push their way in to get a glimpse of her. She licked her black lips nervously as she pulled on her prop that would keep her hidden once she entered the ring.
Turning to the monitor, she watched the scene in the ring and waited for the cue that would signal that her cue would be approaching soon.
'Sierra. Hotel. India. Echo. Lima. Delta. Shield.'
Allie smiled at the screen, before looking upwards and closing her eyes. "Game on."
Stephanie stood in the ring barking orders at Big Show. The Shield, with chairs in hand, surrounded a defenseless Dusty Rhodes, ready to strike if Big Show crumbled.
The Shield and Big Show had appeared at Stephanie's request after negotiations with Dusty hadn't gone as planned. Dusty was given the choice of how he would be dismantled and neither choice was a winning situation for him. He could either be hit by a Knockout Punch from Show or The Shield would be unleashed and he would be destroyed with chairs and possibly a Triple Power Bomb.
After refusing to decide, Stephanie had decided for him and ordered Big Show to knock him out or the hounds would be released. With tears in his eyes, Show walked up to Dusty and hugged him, apologizing repeatedly, before stepping back and bawling up his fist.
Suddenly, bolts of lightening pyro struck the four ring posts, triggering a pyro explosion from each ring post, startling everyone in the ring. The three members of The Shield dropped their chairs, as Stephanie ducked down, attempting to shield herself. Everyone in the ring looked around in a state of confusion and panic.
After a few moments, with nothing having happened, everyone returned to there previous positions, as Stephanie ordered The Shield to pick their chairs back up and Big Show to knock Dusty out.
Just as Big Show looked like he was going to give in to Stephanie's badgering, the arena went dark. The arena was pitch black and the people in the ring became frantic trying to figure out what was happening.
Moments later, the lights came back up. The Shield and the Big Show had turned and faced the audience during the black out and hadn't noticed the figure standing in the center of the ring. Stephanie, however, had her eyes locked in terror on the dark figure, who had their eyes locked on her. As Big Show, Ambrose, Rollins, and Reigns, turned to face where Dusty once stood, they were confronted with this mysterious figure, whose identity was hidden by a hooded cloak, from everyone except Stephanie McMahon.
The figure suddenly glance towards Big Show, and one look of the figure was enough to send Big Show diving out of the ring, yelling to Stephanie his job wasn't worth that.
The Shield, glanced at each other confused and posed to strike as the figured returned its gaze to Stephanie. The arena was dead silent as the figure untied the rope that was tying the cloak closed. As the cloak was flipped off, the arena erupted in a roar of cheers.
Standing before Stephanie McMahon, clad in faded and ripped blue jeans, biker boots, and a zipped black leather jacket, was a phantom. A purple diamond covered the right twin of a pair of electric blue eyes and black hair that was highlighted with purple, was curled and cascading down her back. It was as if time had stood still and captured her in all her intense glory. The original Anti-Diva, the Allie Kat, was glaring a hole through Stephanie McMahon.
Allie suddenly lunged forward, grabbing a hold of Stephanie by the hair. Turning to face the shield, she gave them a look, as if challenging them to make a move against her. Dropping their chairs, The Shield returned to attention, no longer posed to strike, but remaining in the ring with looks of shocked disbelief. Stephanie screamed at them for help as Allie dragged her across the ring to get a microphone, but none of them made any move to help her.
Returning to the center of the ring, mic in hand, Allie jerked Stephanie backwards, slamming her into the mat. Stephanie went to crawl away, but was stopped by a boot crashing down on her ankle, making her scream out in pain. Allie, keeping her boot on Stephanie's ankle, crouched down next to her raising the mic to her lips.
"Stephanie, Stephanie, Stephanie," Allie's voice was dark and cold, sending a chill down everyone's spine. Stephanie began screaming towards the entrance ramp, pleading for Hunter to help her. A cold, twisted laugh echoed through the arena, "I'm sorry Stephanie. I don't think Hunter will be able to join our little party." Footage from backstage appeared on the screen, showing a battered, bloody, and unconscious Triple H, hanging from the ceiling, suspended by his arms.
Stephanie screamed out in horror at the video clip of her husband. Another laugh echoed around the arena, "What's the matter Stephanie? The game isn't fun when you're no longer the one holding all the cards, is it? See, I've been watching Stephanie. Lurking in the shadows so to speak. Watching as you bully and deceive superstars, intimidate and belittle divas, and use and abuse staff, all in the name of 'what's best for business'."
"Then tonight, you hit an all new low. You corner and threaten a defenseless old man, a hall of famer, for your own sick twisted pleasure. A hall of famer, who helped pave the way for this industry. A hall of famer that I owe a lot too. One you owe a lot too. You see, Stephanie, Vince may have been the genius behind the phenomenon that is the WWE, but with out men like Dusty Rhodes, busting his ass, this industry would have been nothing. Vince may say that anyone can be replaced, and maybe that's true, but without talent like Dusty, the WWE may have been replaced. You may not have been the billion dollar princess. You may not have met, Hunter. You may have been an everyday woman, trying to find her place in this world."
Standing back up, Allie removed her boot from Stephanie's ankle and began stalking around Stephanie, like a predator circling its prey.
"Now, Stephanie, that's only half of the problem. The other half, is that you stole something from me. Something pure and good. Something that I created. You stole it, then darkened and twisted it, until it became something so warped, I couldn't recognize it anymore. In turn, leaving me a little disgruntled."
Allie smirked evilly, and chuckled darkly, before the look was quickly replaced with one of pure malice. "I don't like it when people steal from me Stephanie. I don't like it when people destroy things I worked so hard for." Allie's eyes flashed with anger and darkness, as her voice rose in anger. An eery chill settled around the arena, as Allie stopped and faced The Shield, Stephanie still cowering on the mat between them.
All 3 men wore confused and nervous expressions. "I have come to take back what is mine. To resuscitate it back to its original purpose. I will not allow anything to stand in my way." She glanced down at Stephanie, wearing a Cheshire Cat like smile. "Because that's what's best for business."
Before anyone could react, Allie grabbed Stephanie, and hit her with an STO Backbreaker/Neckbreaker combination, one of Allie's finishers, The Gravedigger. The crowd erupted, as Allie stood again to face The Shield. They now stood in a defensive posture against the ropes, waiting for her to strike again. She stepped forward and the 3 men startled. Smirking, she raised the microphone back to her lips and raised her hand in a halting manor.
"You three have nothing to fear from me," her smirk turning into a genuinely, kind smile. "I just want what I came for." With that she began to unzip her leather jacket. Sliding it off her shoulders and tossing it to the mat, she kept her eye contact with the men. Everyone in the arena unsure if what to make of what they were seeing.
The Shield looked at her in disbelief as they took in her appearance. Wrapped around her muscular body was a beautifully cut Shield T-shirt. Allie once again raised the mic to her lips and smiled, glancing between all 3 of them, "And what I came for... Is you."
As the crowd erupted in cheers again, the arena went black. After a few moments, the lights came back on. Stephanie's unconscious body still laid in the ring, but Allie and The Shield were gone.
"That had to be the loudest fan reaction I've ever heard from a crowd during a return," Mark smiled, enveloping her in a hug, once she and the boys had made it backstage. "You brought the house down kid!
"And that promo?" Colby exclaimed, drawing Allie's attention and lifting her into a tight hug. "I got freaking goosebumps standing out there in the middle of all that."
"I had to refrain from fucking marking out along with the crowd," Joe also exclaimed, high-fiving, then hugging her once Colby had returned her to her feet. They were quickly becoming swarmed again by talent, but everyone quickly backed off after one glare from The Undertaker.
Allie turned to Jon, who was staring at her, taking in her new/old appearance. It was like he had gone back in time and was seeing Allie from her heyday. Standing in front of the Anti-Diva was an experience he never thought he would get and until this moment his mind hadn't fully grasped the fact that she and his girlfriend were the same person. But now, seeing her like this, made his heart swell even more with love for his beautiful girl.
"I have absolutely no words for how completely amazing you were out there, baby," Jon smiled as he pulled her close to him and captured her painted black lips. Pulling back his eyes skimmed over her from head to toe. "Why didn't you tell me you were doing all this?"
"I wanted to surprise you," Allie blushed, unsure of how he felt about it. "Do you like it?"
"I love it," Jon answered seriously, making Allie feel a little more at ease. "You look beautiful, baby. Whether you're the bubbly blonde or the punk biker, you'll always be beautiful." Allie blushed and kissed him again in an attempt to hide it.
He still struggled to believe that she was his. That this amazingly beautiful, smart, loving, funny, and talented woman he had admired and lusted after was his. Sometimes he didn't feel like he deserved her, but he would never give her up. He was hers for as long as she wanted him.
Their moment was interrupted as Hunter and Stephanie approached with large grins on their faces. Allie noticed that Leighla and Steph were now standing beside their respective boyfriends and she sent them both a bright smile, which was returned.
Hunter was still wiping off some of the prop blood from his face and neck, while Stephanie walked up and hugged Allie.
"That was incredible," she laughed happily. Pulling back she shoved Allie playfully, making her chuckle. "Just like old times, huh? That segment was awesome. I'm so glad you took control of it and creative didn't get a hand in it after all."
"Me too," Allie said still chuckling. "I thought the crowd would enjoy a bit of an attitude era style throwback. It was cool to see it pay off."
"Well, you can expect to be busy this week with media appearances and other interviews," Hunter chimed in, looking rather please, almost smug that the company had a huge cash cow. There were practically dollar signs in his eyes.
"Nope," Allie said simply, when the others looked at each other disappointed. They were suppose to leave first thing in the morning for their vacation. "I'm not available for appearances or interviews this week."
"What? Why not?" Hunter looked at her annoyed. "You have obligations."
"My obligations don't start until next week when The Shield and myself return to Raw," Allie answered matching his smugness from before. "Until then, the four of us will be unavailable, as will Steph."
"You can't do that," Hunter argued.
"Actually, Hunter, I can," she smirked at him. "That's the benefit of being me. I can do what I want, when I want, and however I want and all you can do is deal with it." Smiling genuinely at Stephanie, Allie took Jon's hand and turned back to the others and motioned for them to follow after her. Leaving behind a furious Hunter and a highly amused Stephanie.
A/N: Allie's return has been written for quite a while and was one of the first parts written as a focal point for this story. I really hope it was worth the read and that you guys enjoyed it. Please let me know! Thank you for all the reviews, favorites and follows as always and don't forget to check me out on Tumblr. Theantidiva25
Next chapter: The family vacation with a special guest :)